The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1887-05-18

Mr.. Featherbee. "but this is an unusual
" busy day at the office. I've great
deal to accomplish before noon. IT'S quite
impossible for me to give up the day"
But half an hour
Half an hour, out of the very cream
and spice of the day" calculated Mr..
Fetherbee. But that's all the exigencies
of business. It's quite impossible. By
by"
And out he walked, while poor Mrs
Fetherbee sat down and cried.
"rd like to know what I'm going to
do" said Mrs. Featherbee. "Oh, if had
dreamed of all this never, never, never
would have got married
All but that's past hoping for, said
a cheerful, chirpy voice close to her,
And now all you've got 10 do is 10 make
the best of it. What's the matter?'
Everything is the matterr' sighed
Mrs. Fetherbee.
1t was Miss Hepsey Hall, a plump,
good-telnpered little old maid, who color
ed photographs for living, and lent a
helping hand to her neighbors generally.
Ahm said Miss Hepsey. " | see. It's
blue Monday, and things in general are
going wrongw
Yes" sobbed Mrs. Fetherbee, land
-and-Mr. Fetherbee is so hurried by
business that he couldn't stay to help me,
and"
"0h - said Miss Hepsey. Business y
And she rubbed her nose and looked so
dubious that Mrs. Fetherbee hastened to
answer the tona rather than the words.
/ assure you, Hepsep, that it is one of
his busiest days. Monday always is. If
supposed it wasn't"
We'll, you can easily find out, said
Miss Hepsey. Cant your"
How ?"
Sell postage stamps" answered the
old maid
Hepsey Hall, what under the sun do
YOU mean ?" demanded the bewildered
wife.
81 often do il" said Miss Hepsey. Its
a wholesome change, after I've been sit
ting three or four hours atmy photograph
easel. just jump into stage and ride
down to the business part OF the city
Wall street, Cedar, Exchange place, any
where-and sell lot of stamps. IL pays,
in modest sort Of way. Take my adj
vice, my dear put on my plaid shawl
and beaver bonnet, with a green veil and
a muff. Go TO Fetherbees ofiice-sell
postage stamps. I've got lot on hand
that III let you have"
Would you really ?" hesitated Mrs.
Fetherbee, if you were me? ?"
If you want your husband to come
home and help you about things that it
is mans province 70 see to, and not a
woman's, would" said Miss Hepsey,
firmly.
But what shall do about the chill
dren ?" asked Mrs. Fetherbee.
"Oh ~ said Miss Hepsey, III stay
and keep an eye on 'em, while | mend
my company gloves; you'll be back in an
hour or two, don't doubt
so Mrs. Fetherbee dressed herself in
the little photograph colorer's plaid
shawl, bonnet, and green veil, took a
portfolio of stamps, and set off down
town.
No. Macedon place was the number
of Mr. Fetherbee's place of business. and
into No s Macedon place Mrs. Fetherbee
walked.
Mr.. Fetherbee was all alone in the Of
flee, his heels on the baize-covered desk,
and cigar in his mouth, reading mag
azine. The fire blazed brightly in the
CRATE, the daily papers lay scattered round
and the office boy was asleep in the win
dow seat, like cat of large growth.
"Eh27 said Mr. Fetherbee, looking up
with prodigious yawn. Mono stamps
to-day. Tom, you villain" to the boy,
" rouse up and look to the office may
as well 90 to dinner"
"Pll 90, too,' said the young woman
who was selling postage! stamps, as she
calmly advanced and took Fetb erbee's
arm
Instinctively Mr.. Fetherbee recoiled I;
but she raised her veil, and looked him
calmly in the face
Mrs. Fetherbee" he calculated
Exactly" said Mrs. Fetherbee " Yes,
my dear, wen 20 to dinner together.
There's not much probability of my get
ting any at home to-day, 50 I'll take oys
tiers and coffee, if it's quite agreeable to
you, and then We'll 90 costly l.ome to-
getherH
Mr.. Fetherbee opened his mouth and
shut it again, like a monster toy, but no
sound issued forth.
"For," added Mrs. Fetherbee. with a
merciless glibness which no one hereto
fore had ever suspected her ofpossessing
. won't 90 home till you do The stove
isn't put up, and the water-pipes are drip
ping over the dining-room ceiling, and
the children are holding high pandemo-
num-
But it isn't any pleasanter there for
me than it is for you. The marriage ser
vice says for better, for worse And
mean TO hold you to it, Mr. Fetherbee.
Business won't serve as an excuse any
longer"
Meeker than any lamb, Mr.. Fetherbee